The Great Cold Death Of The Earth Lyrics
And I am shattered on the floorLife is a clay urn on the mantleAnd I am scattered on the floorWe are the wounds and the great cold death of the earth. . ."Earth is floating on the waters like an island,Hanging from four rawhide ropesFastened at the top of the Sacred four directions.The ropes are tied to the ceiling of the sky,When the ropes break, this world will comeTumbling down and all living things will fall with it and die. . ."Life is a clay urn on the mantleAnd I am the fragments on the floorLife is a clay urn on the mantleAnd I am the ashes on the floorWe are the wounds and the great cold death of the earthDarkness and silence, the light shall flicker out. . .
Agalloch The Great Cold Death Of The Earth
